everyday. everything adds up to the same. work is work and school is school and we wake up and inhale and rub our eyes. and we run our errands and pay our bills and browse aimlessly through TV reruns. we stop for meals and stop for business and stop for signs. and then.. something stops us. stops us in our tracks. stops the words in our throats. stops us from making that next same step, that next unappreciated breath. and we stop and think, and blink. and we feel it. the pain the joy the desire the fear, whatever it is that stopped us, we feel it. reality. we feel it. present moment. feel it. and we remember. why. why we woke up, why we started.
hold on. to those moments. the ones that hurt. the ones that bleed. the ones that make you smile and laugh despite yourself. hold on tight. knuckles white, til you bleed. those are the moments when you become you. the rest is just pieces.
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